Luyện nghe bài hát Gang Shit

Ayy, D-Dawg
Ayy,
ass nigga, ayy, ain't nobody, ain't nobody safe
Northside 38, we put guns to the face, who gon' die

Gang shit, blow your brain, bitch, who you with?
Pistols get to sparkin', do no talkin', get your hit
Them gunners go to tweakin', pop your top, that be that switch
That you talkin' phony, run up on me, you get killed, bitch
Uh, uh, 4KTrey, oh, she a slime bitch?
Plus she got some tricks that's up her sleeve that blow your mind,
When it to me, she never scared, she bust that fire quick
on, bitch, I really been that, I ain't tryin'

Taliban, I get a bitch to 'em buy the iron
He got them, nothin' but convicted off of my end
in, I promise after that you gon' get shot then
Green flags in black Range Rovers and green FN's
I them dudes, bitch, you gon' pop who? Oh, you should try then
Bitch, I be that cock it back and go to firin'
I'm bustin', no discussion, that, you hear them sirens
Came in buckin', that turnt us up, then people end up dying
Feelin' good, I got in my body
Lookin' for me, come and see me in the back 'cause I hidin'
Cut up, don't try to stop me, bitch, I see you
Make my shooter kill a nigga, whack the bitch who drivin'

Gang shit, blow your brain, bitch, who you playin'
Pistols get to sparkin', do no talkin', get mans hit
Them gunners go to tweakin', pop top, that be that kill switch
That you talkin' phony, run up on me, you get killed, bitch
Uh, uh, 4KTrey, oh, she a slime bitch?
Plus she got some tricks that's up her sleeve that your mind, shit
When it come to me, she never scared, she that fire quick
Hold on, bitch, I really that, I ain't tryin'

She pop the cat for me and make it act bipolar
She was in the bed, nigga get to clappin', Leave her rollin'
Back to back, I it, I was leanin' started dreamin', dozin'
You know what I mean, off them tryna bend it over
You showin' off your gun, well nigga, pop it
I ain't sharin' none of my out my pocket, friend
you on, say you drove? Need to stop it then
With them tools, I make blues, blow like a harmonica
Say you gon' stamp me, put yo on that front row
I go to blappin' where you with that Draco
These niggas some hoes, your best is to lay low
You say it's up so I catch you, bitch, I'ma your fuckin' face low
On gang,

shit, blow your brain, bitch, who you playin' with?
Pistols get to sparkin', do no talkin', get your hit
Them go to tweakin', pop your top, that be that kill switch
That shit you phony, run up on me, you get killed, bitch
Uh, uh, bangin' 4KTrey, oh, she a slime
Plus she got some tricks that's up her sleeve that your mind, shit
it come to me, she never scared, she bust that fire quick
Hold on, bitch, I been that, I ain't tryin'